Uncle Jimmy

How is it that Winter can live in Spring?
December’s frost has blanketed his lock;
and I find it is only pain that Death can bring.
Rivers of tears follow lakes of shock.

How is it that the Sun can set at half past?
Overcast clouds up all that light illuminate.
I find that life withers far too fast,
but nothing slows the Eternal roll of Fate.

Yet as Winter’s grip begins to release,
and fruitless Day turns to eternal Night;
I learn that Pain gives way to Peace.
I learn that Dark surrenders to Light.

The Moon and the Stars become,
an endless fountain of past image.
Forever are his memories, not undone.
Forever are these starry orbs on Heaven’s edge.

Thus, we are the couriers of his Earthly life;
and we will remember through our endless strife.